"But, woe is me, alas! and, what can I
Save my irrational desire lament?
Which makes me soar a pitch so passing high, I reach a region, where my plumes are brent;
Then, unsustained, fall headlong from the sky;
Nor ends my woe; on other flight intent, Again I imp my wings, again I soar;
To flame and fall, tormented evermore.
